A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

88. THE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND THE QUARRY OF PEARLS

     Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew:
     And nothing I did say,
     But with my finger pointed to
     The lips of Julia.
     Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where:
     Then spoke I to my girl,
     To part her lips, and shew me there
     The quarrelets of Pearl.